There's something about Josh Lanyon's protagonists that I have such a soft spot for....they're vulnerable yet have an inner strength and resourcefulness that makes you root for them from the get-go. A bad accident has left Timothy North physically damaged (he gets seizures) and rather low in the self-esteem department. He's hurt and still angry that the hottie cop from next door, Jack, dropped him like a hot potato after one night together. It's this delicious tension between the two, plus some well drawn secondary characters and the wonderful writing I've come to rely on from this author that makes it such a great little read.
In a book of just 95 pages Lanyon manages to pack in just the right amount of angst and sweetness balanced with that wonderfully wry, self-deprecating tone. I remain a huge fan.